nude resort

Colleen and Nathan had eloped the Monday after their prom weekend. Now they had to break the news to their families; to Nathan’s parents, Bob and Betty Baker and his sister Susan, and Colleen’s mother and father, Mark and Mary Quinn, and her siblings Rob and Kathleen.

Betty thought that, at eighteen, they were much too young, but she wished them well anyway. Mary was disappointed that she was never going to be the mother of the bride; Colleen had eloped, and Kathleen and Rob lived together in a committed incestuous relationship. Mark was elated that he didn’t have to pay for a wedding.

Bob gave them an all-expenses paid week at Club Orient, on the island of St. Martin in the French West Indies, for their honeymoon. He and Betty had been there many times and really enjoyed it. He had a broad grin on his face when he gave them the tickets, like there was some secret he wasn’t going to reveal.

As their plane circled the island they could look down and see crystal clear blue water and miles of pure white sandy beach. When the shuttle from the airport dropped them off, they discovered their accommodations were a beachfront chalet with the sand right outside their door.

Inside they found a comfortable living area, a mini-kitchen and a plush king-sized bed. “Hey, let’s try out the bed,” Nathan grinned as they set their bags inside the door.

“Let’s do the beach first. We can spend all night in bed.”

Colleen stepped out in a rather modest bikini. She really wanted to wear her new thong, but she wasn’t sure of the decorum, and didn’t want to offend anybody. Nathan wore long boxer-like trunks. They grabbed a pair of the oversized beach towels the resort provided, hit the sand, and headed for the water.

A middle-aged couple cut across their path. “Oh my God, Nathan, they’re naked!” Then she saw the sign: “Clothing Optional.” Her lips curved into big smile. “Wow, a nude beach.” She quickly shucked off her bikini. “Come on, dude, get yourself naked.”

“Well, I, uh, um….”


“No, well, I just don’t want to, uh, embarrass myself.”

“You mean you’re afraid you might get a hard-on looking at all the naked women?”

“Jesus, I get hard every time I look at YOU.” She could see he already had a bulge in his trunks.

“Well, leave them on until we get on the towels, then you can roll over and nobody will see it.”

Colleen did a pirouette in the sand, her long blonde hair fanning out as she twirled. Nathan was enchanted. He was besotted. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; waist-length blonde hair, blue eyes, long dancer’s legs, perfect rounded ass, full firm breasts with puffy areolas and pink nipples sticking out of them. She shaved off her pubic hair, because she knew he liked it that way.

“Oh, Nathan, this is wonderful. I feel so free. Your mom and dad knew about this place, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, they’ve been coming here for years, but they didn’t mention anything about this. I think they set us up.”

He wasn’t the only person watching her. The men who were clothed were staring, their wives glowering at them. One man was busy texting on his iPhone, and she could tell he was taking pictures of her, so she paused and posed provocatively. Even the hardcore naturalists, who took nudity for granted, stopped at stared at this young vision of loveliness.

She skipped across the sand, and watching her breasts bounce, made his hard cock throb. When she turned a cartwheel, he though he was going to explode right there.

Colleen found a spot near the water and spread out their towels. He watched as she slathered the sun block over her front. She lingered over her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, which hardened under her fingers. He loved to watch her touch herself. She rolled over on her stomach and handed Nathan the bottle to do her backside.

He pulled her long hair out of the way, and started with her shoulders, digging deep into her muscles with his fingers. He loved touching and massaging her body, anywhere. He made his way down her back, digging deep as he went. She cooed at his touch.

He lingered over her rounded buttocks; God, he loved her perfect ass. He kneaded and rolled each cheek, digging his fingers into that sensitive crease where it joined her legs.

Starting at her ankles, he moved up her legs, over the calves, and up her thighs. From the inside of her thigh, he slipped his hand under her, fondling her outer lips. She sighed with pleasure and spread her legs a bit, giving him better access to her pussy.

Slipping two fingers into her already wet vagina, he used his thumb to stroke her clit. Her hips began to undulate, her ass rose and fell and his hand continued to plunder her. As she approached her peak, she fisted the towel beneath her, and went over in a shuddering climax.

“Jesus, Nathan, I love what your hands do to me. Now slip out of those trunks and turn toward me.” She took the sun block and squirted some all over his erection. Linking her fingers together, she used both hands, swirling round and round his swollen head. His hips began to buck as he fucked her hands. He came in bucket loads.

“Now that we’ve taken care of your little problem, let’s go in the water.” They had just waded in when an American cruise ship slid into view, steaming at barely headway speed. Orient Beach was a regular feature on that cruise line, so the passengers on board could ogle the naked people on the beach.

The tourists flocked to the rail of the ship, armed with cameras and binoculars. Colleen again struck a provocative pose and waved at the crowd. What ever happened to his shy, demure little Colleen, Nathan wondered. Not that he minded, of course.

They put on the swim masks that the resort provided and swam out into the clear blue water. Neither one of them had been skinny-dipping before, and were delighted with the freedom. He loved the feeling of the water moving over his genitals. She loved the water swirling over her breasts and between her legs.

Nathan dove down to the bottom and lay on his back, watching her body as she swam over his head, her breasts cutting through the water, moving with each stroke.

They caught a wave and body-surfed all the way to the beach. They lay side-by-side in that place where the water meets the sand, as the foam swirled around them. The incoming waves caressed their bodies, washing in and then back out again.

Wrapping their arms around each other, they kissed, stroked, and caressed each other, replicating a love scene from “From Here to Eternity,” an old black and white movie that had been scandalous in its day.

When they got back to their cabin, they noticed that it had an outdoor shower. It was right out in the open with no privacy curtain. They stood under the spray, washing the sand off themselves. Colleen unhooked the showerhead and directed the spray between her legs. “I think I’ve even got sand in my pussy. Ooo, that feels really good.”

They took turns soaping each other up. Very intimately, in fact. Nathan’s cock was standing at full attention.

Just then, a middle-aged woman sauntered by. She was overweight and had sagging breasts. She paused, and looked, and looked, particularly at Nathan in his full glory. “Newlyweds, eh? Sure wish my Roger could get it up like that. Have fun, kids.” She gave them a big smile and a wink. They were beginning to discover that, except for families with children, they were the only young people there.

Colleen giggled, then grabbed Nathan’s hand and dragged him inside. “Now we’ll try out the bed. I am soo horny.” She sat on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor. He knelt on the floor, put her legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in her pussy.

His tongue found her vagina, his hands found her breasts. His lips had barely fastened on her clit when she fisted her hands in his hair, arched her back, then her whole body shuddered as she came, flooding his face with her sweet, musky juice.

“Fuck me, Nathan. Fuck me hard.” He took her legs off his shoulders, stood up, and wrapped them around his waist. With his feet planted firmly on the floor, he slammed into her. Hard. Fast. His fingers dug into her hips, with each thrust he pulled her into him. She grasped his buttocks and hung on for dear life. He ravished her, destroyed her. That’s exactly what she wanted.

He took her over one peak. Then another. And another. Reaching his own, he screamed out her name and emptied himself deep in her womb, then collapsed on top of her, gasping for air. She rained kisses all over his face.

“My Tarzan.”

“My Jane.”

“Nathan, I want to talk to you about something. For some reason, I find I really get off on being naked in front of other people. Does it bother you if other men look at me?”

“Not if all they do is look. It kind of turns me on, watching them watching you. Actually, I really got turned on when that woman came by and checked out my boner while we were in the shower.”

“I’ll get you a trench coat for your birthday and you can become a flasher.”

They soon discovered that it just wasn’t the beach, but the whole resort was clothing optional. “So let’s check out the bar. Do you think you can keep that bad boy down?”

“After what we just did, I couldn’t get it up with a skyhook.”

Every head in the place turned toward them when they walked in to the open-air bar. The men, clothed or not, literally drooled in their laps when this golden haired angel sauntered by. The women checked out Nathan pretty thoroughly, too, as he was quite a hunk.

They pulled up a stool. She leaned forward, resting on her elbows, her breasts lying invitingly on top of the polished bar. “We’d like a couple of those fancy drinks in a cocoanut shell, please, and don’t forget the little umbrellas.”

The bartender, when he could think about something other than the stupendous tits that were gracing his bar top, poured their drinks. There was no minimum drinking age in St. Martin, but he judged these two had little, if any experience in the states, and those cocoanut shells held four ounces of rum apiece, cleverly hidden under lots of fruit and sugar.

As they sat sipping away, the woman who had passed them in the shower pulled up a stool next to them. ” ‘Ello, loves,” she said with a British accent, “sorry I didn’t introduce myself before, but you looked like you were a little preoccupied. My name’s Miriam.”

Colleen and Nathan both blushed, as they held out their hands to shake hers. “Sorry about that, I know I’m not supposed to have an, uh, um… or get a, uh….”

“A hard on?” She laughed. “I loved the view; best looking cock I’ve seen since I was a young thing and had a good looking body. Not as good as yours, dearie, you’re what my Roger would call a knockout. I never had boobies quite that nice.”

“People aren’t offended then?”

“It’s perfectly natural, especially when you’re young and in love. Most of the old farts around here wish they could still get it up like that. We’ve been coming here for over thirty years. In the old days, there used to be orgies around the bonfires on the beach at night. These days, public sex isn’t encouraged, but it happens and nobody really cares.”

“So, where are you from, loves?” They told her the name of the small town in Illinois where they lived.

“What a coincidence,” Muriel said. “Do you, by chance, know Bob and Betty Baker? They’re in the swinging crowd.”

“They’re my parents.” Holy shit, Nathan and Colleen thought simultaneously. Nathan’s parents are swingers! They would certainly view them in a different light now. Holy shit!

They finished their drinks and the moment they set the shells down, the bartender handed them two fresh ones. “It’s on Roger,” he said nodding in the direction of a balding man with a paunch.

Colleen, full of the spirits of the potent first round, hopped off her stool and bounced, oh God how she bounced, over to Roger and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her luscious breasts only inches from his face. She looked down at his lap and saw his penis start to swell.

Miriam got off her stool, grabbed Roger by the arm and led him toward the door. “Gotta get him home before he gets out of the mood. Thanks, dearie.”

They turned back to the bar and picked up their fresh drinks. A man, dressed in Bermuda shorts and a flowered shirt with a thick gold chain around his neck, settled on the stool next to Colleen. She could feel his eyes studying her intently. “I think this guy wants to get into my pants,” she whispered to Nathan.

“You’re not wearing any pants.”

“Oh yeah, there’s that too,” she giggled in response.

The band took up the stage and started out with a hot reggae number. “Come on, Nathan, let’s dance.” She was a total reggae freak, and adored both Bob and Ziggy Marley. She loved the freedom of reggae dancing, and thought it would be awesome to do it naked.

The band had a guitar, bass, keyboard, saxophone, steel drum, and a myriad of other drums and percussion instruments, and as many people to play them. Musicians would wander in and out of the group; some lured by the sound would show up with their own instrument and sit in.

Reggae’s origins are in traditional African and Caribbean music, American rhythm and blues, and in Jamaican ska and rocksteady.

Reggae dancing has a variety of different movements. It is not usually done with one partner, but like Texas line dancing, any number of people can participate. Several people took to the dance floor and just shuffled around, trying to keep time with the beat.

Colleen started out with the Bogel Dance, a Jamaican-born dance move which involves the moving of the body in a longitudinal, ocean-wave motion while at the same time raising the arms up and down, aiding the wave motion.

She was a picture of grace, thrusting her pelvis forward and her shoulders back, then reversing the motion. She was loose, supple, her body completely in tune with the music. Most of the eyes in the crowd followed the flowing motion of her breasts as they rose and fell with the wave action. When she arched her back to go with the flow, her nipples pointed up to the sky. All the other dancers left the floor and watched her perform.

A tall dreadlocked black man with a gold hoop in his ear sang the lyrics to the Bogel Dance:

“Bend your back and lift your head up

Turn side way lift your leg up

Bend your face and twist it up

And turn true side like you know you fed up Who

Turn roun like you know rose duck

Spin aroun cause you know how fi wuk

Lift it up back then you breast it up

Back it up cock it up my girl dutty wuk”

When he finished the song, he dropped the baggy shorts he was wearing, and took a position opposite Colleen on the dance floor, grinning at her with his milk-white teeth. Her eyes bugged out when she looked at the biggest penis she had ever seen. It hung almost down to his knees.

It was also the first uncircumcised penis she had ever seen. His foreskin hung down at least an inch from the end of his cock, with a small opening at the tip. She wondered how he could get what must be an enormous head, through that little hole. She also wondered how big it would be if he got a hard-on?

Nathan, at this juncture, sat at one of the tables, and joined the ranks of spectator. Colleen spotted a man in the clothed section with a video camera. She smiled and decided to play right into his lens.

She switched from the Bogle Dance to the Dutty Whine. The dancer moves her legs in a butterfly motion, much like doing the Charleston without the hands on the knees, while swinging the neck when the beat drops.

When Colleen leaned forward and swung her head around, her golden hair whirled like a fan, rising in the air, then touching the floor on the downbeat. Her jiggling breasts displayed themselves with a stroboscopic effect.

She didn’t know her now partner’s name, so she dubbed him “Rosta Mon.” As he matched her moves on the floor, his huge penis swung back and forth like a metronome, at times swinging in a circle.

She thought she saw his foreskin filling up a bit and, fueled by both titillation and rum, wondered if she could coax him into an erection. She giggled at the thought. “I was a teen-aged cock tease,” she mused.

Her legs began the butterfly moves. When she spread her knees apart, her shaved pussy lips opened, flashing a glimpse of pink, then closed when she brought her legs together again. She had definitely captured Rosta Mon’s attention. His cock began to swell a bit. He poured out the lyrics to this portion of the dance:

“Dutty, dutty, dutty love love

I’m feeling like you letting go

Dutty, dutty, dutty love love

I’m feeling like you letting go

Dutty, dutty, dutty love love

I’m feeling like you letting go

Dutty, dutty, dutty love love”

The Kumina drummers began their frantic beat, and she began the Batty Moves, which involves gyrating the rear end. Shaking your booty, in Americanese. With her back to the crowd, she started to wiggle and shake in tune with the throbbing beat, her shapely, round cheeks bouncing.

With her legs spread apart, she leaned forward and put her hands on the floor. While she continued to shake her ass, her pussy was on full display, now wet and glistening with her excitement.

That was more than Rosta Mon could take. She watched as his foreskin widened and the giant, bulbous head of his cock broke through. His penis stood straight out like a battering ram.

She finished her dance by doing the splits, then bounced up and down in the split position. As her now completely engorged clit slid across the floor, her whole body shivered and shook and a cry emerged from her throat. It didn’t come from the dance, it came from the huge orgasm she had just experienced. She left a big wet spot on the floor.

As she stood up on her shaking legs, the crowd erupted in applause. Rosta Mon, his cock still at full attention, slipped off the dance floor, his arm wrapped around a bare breasted, chocolate skinned woman with a sarong around her waist. They had matching smiles.

When the band played a slow tune, Colleen grabbed Nathan’s hand and lead him back onto the dance floor. She wrapped both arms around his neck and pressed her sweaty body tightly against his. She slipped and slid against him, her hard nipples digging into his chest. His leg slid between hers and she buried it in her groin.

“No way am I going to keep it down when you do that,” he rasped.

“Who cares?”

When they broke apart to hurry back to their room, he sported a massive erection. The spectators applauded again.

“I need to take a quick shower to get this sweat off of me, then I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

“No shower, I want to taste you just the way you are.” His mouth touched every part of her body, licking, nibbling, savoring her sweat. When he reached the place between her legs, his taste buds adored the salty tang with the sweet musk.

She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. True to her word, she fucked his brains out.

The next evening, at the bar, Murial again took a stool next to them. When they were well into their drinks, margaritas this time, she leaned over and asked, “a group of us are wondering if we could get you two to give us a show?”

“What kind of a show?”

“We’d like you to make love with each other while we watch you do it. You’re both so lovely, it would give us a real thrill. Talk it over with each other and let me know what you decide.”

“God, Nathan, I never realized I am such an exhibitionist; it makes me tingle just to think about it. What do you think?”

“Turns me on, too,” he said, pointing to his lap. “I’m game if you are.”

“Okay,” she said to Murial, “we’ll do it.” They made an appointment to join Murial and Roger in their chalet in an hour, then accepted another margarita from an anonymous benefactor. Then one more for courage.

Daisy was sitting in a deck chair on the beach. She was nude and warm all over. The gentle cool breeze off the ocean kept her from sweating. It also teased her skin and especially her nipples. They were hard as little pebbles. She wanted to rub her palms over them but there were people around. This wasn’t like her private backyard.

With a shiver, she shifted her body on the towel under her and looked around. Her sunglasses hid her eyes so she could look all she wanted. A young couple was walking along the edge of the water, holding hands. Both were tall, slender, and as naked as she was. The young woman had small perky breasts and a flat stomach. He was muscular and athletic looking. His dick was soft but it still looked long and thick. Daisy shivered again as she wondered what it would look like hard.

Another couple was lying on a blanket a little ways from her chair. He was on his stomach and she was on her back. They were talking but the words were blown away on the soft wind. He would lean over ever so often and flick his tongue against her right nipple. When he did, the woman would jerk and look around to see if anyone was watching.

The man could see Daisy but the woman couldn’t. He would grin in Daisy’s direction each time and Daisy would smile in spite of herself. That was another reason she wanted to rub her nipples. It had been so long since anyone had licked her nipples that they ached just from watching the couple.

With a sigh, Daisy turned her head to the left. Three guys were on a blanket not too far from a blanket with four girls on it. They all looked to be in their early to mid twenties. They were talking back and forth and laughing. Daisy could only catch bits and pieces of the conversation. Enough to realize they were all college students and from different colleges.

“Is this seat taken?” A male voice said from behind her.

Daisy gave a jerk and turned her head to look up. She recognized him immediately. “It’s you,” she whispered.

“Yes, it is,” the man replied with a smile.

He looked exactly the same as that day in her backyard. Well, not exactly since he was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Sunglasses hid his eyes. Her eyes ran over his massive chest, arms, and stopped on his washboard stomach. She was impressed to say the least.

The man moved over to sit on the edge of the deck chair next to her. “I see you took my advice on becoming more adventuresome.”

Daisy smiled and nodded. “I’m trying but it’s taking every bit of courage I can muster. My son thinks I’m crazy for being here and maybe I am.”

“No, you’re doing just fine.”

“The refinery. You were aiming for there that day, weren’t you?” Daisy asked suddenly.

The man nodded. “It all worked out the way it was supposed too.”

“But three people were killed.”

The man sighed and nodded. “But twenty nine were saved.”

“Why not save all of them? I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I. That comes from higher up, shall we say, and they have their own reasons for everything.”

Daisy had a dozen questions chasing each other through her mind about her husband and daughter’s death but the man held up his hand. “I can’t answer your questions. Not because I don’t want to but because I don’t have the answers.”

With a shiver, Daisy whispered, “You said you couldn’t read my mind without touching me.”

“I can’t but I can read your expressions and a little of your emotions. I’ve had a long time to practice.”

Daisy’s eyes got wide as a thought struck her. “What’s going to happen here?”

The man chuckled. “Nothing. I’m on vacation to see you.”

“Oh. Oh, good,” Daisy whispered but she couldn’t hide her smile. “In that case, you know my name but I don’t know yours.”

“Uh… call me John, that will be good enough.”

Daisy grinned. “John Smith, the vacationing angel at a nude resort in the Bahamas. Interesting to say the least.”

John grinned back and said, “Nude isn’t against the rules, you know.”

“It isn’t? But I thought….”

“Some things have gotten twisted over the ages either by translation errors or by moral codes.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Daisy replied and then asked, “What else has gotten twisted?”

John grinned and shook his head. “Nothing really important. The top ten are still in place, so it’s all good.”

“So what does an angel do on vacation?”

“Relaxation, soak up a little sun, have a few drinks, and entice a certain young lady.”

The last part of his sentence caught her attention quickly. “Entice?”

John chuckled and turned to sit in the chair with his legs stretched out in front of him. “And interesting word, wouldn’t you agree.”

“Yes, but…” Daisy whispered and then fell silent. A few seconds later she added, “I’m glad you’re not touching me right this moment.”

John laughed and looked her way, which made her blush deeply. When he undid the side of the towel and uncovered his lap, Daisy took a hissing breath and turned her head to stare out over the light green and foamy white surf in front of her. Now her mind was going a mile a minute with one fantasy piling up on top of another.

“How about if I touched you now,” John asked with a grin.

Daisy groaned deeply and shook her head.

John chuckled and they sat in silence for a long while.

Daisy’s mind was still running scenarios of all sorts of naughty things. Finally she sat up and laid the back of her chair down so she could roll over. John was gone from the chair. The towel was still there. She looked around quickly and then swept the beach in all directions slowly.

“Well, shit,” Daisy whispered sharply and then blushed.

With a disappointed sigh, she laid down on her stomach and stared off down the beach. Her mind was slightly numb now that he was gone.


Daisy came out of her room on the fourth floor a little after six on her way to the dinning room. She had on a white strapless sundress with nothing on under it. Eating in the nude in company was not for her. As she walked down the hall she smiled. Even at home alone she dressed for dinner.

She stopped in front of the elevator and reached for the button about the time the door opened. John was standing inside wearing shorts, sandals, and the loudest flowered shirt she had ever seen. She couldn’t stop a chuckle as she stepped into the elevator.

“It is a little much isn’t it,” John said with a grin.

“Just a little but if anyone could pull it off, it would be you,” Daisy said as she moved closer to him.

“You look very pretty in that dress.”

“Thank you,” Daisy replied as she realized it was the first time he had ever seen her with clothing on. “But don’t worry, I’m naked under it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied as the elevator doors opened.

They walked side by side to the dinning room.


Most everyone was dressed for dinner except a couple of rowdy tables in the back corner. They were younger and seemed to be having a great time all of their own. John saw her looking and the smile on her face. “Youth knows no boundaries.”

She looked at him and sighed. “I should have done this when I was much younger.”

“You weren’t ready for it. You had your family to take care of and anything like this was just a fantasy.”

Daisy smiled and nodded. “I…” she started to say and then sighed deeply.

“There is nothing to feel guilty about,” John said with a smile. “Not even all those naughty thoughts on the beach.”

Daisy blushed a deep red and giggled. “I had myself so worked up I didn’t even realize you had left.”

“That is why I had to leave. I was starting to get, uh, worked up myself.”

Daisy looked at him sharply and then whimpered as he grinned at her. “I… uh… didn’t know angels did that.”

John chuckled and nodded. “I might be an angel in my mind but my body is basically human. Not to mention you are a very beautiful woman inside and out.”

Daisy blushed lightly at the compliment but before she could reply, their food arrived.

The conversation was light and the food was delicious. Daisy ended up eating far more than she would normally have. As she pushed her plate aside, she sighed and sat back in her chair. John smiled at her and said, “Me too.”

They sat there smiling at each other for several minutes and then John said, “Maybe a walk on the beach would be just the thing to burn off some of the calories.”

“There was a young couple walking on the beach earlier today. They were holding hands and looked so much in love.”

John nodded. “Young love is always beautiful. Not that old love isn’t. Old love is deeper under the surface and shows more in the eyes than in the actions.”

Daisy looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. “I hadn’t thought of it that way but you’re right.”

John stood up and stretched. Then he extended his hand to Daisy. “Shall we go?”

When she took his hand, Daisy shivered. There was an electric like energy flowing between them. She came to her feet and they left the dinning room still holding hands.


The sun was just above the water casting red and pink colors across the surf out toward the point. Daisy paused to take her heels off at the edge of the sand. John was barefooted. She tried to remember if he had been that way in the elevator but couldn’t remember. The loud shirt had held most of her attention.

John took her hand and they walked across the beach toward the water. Daisy smiled and tried to keep her mind blank since he could read it. “There is no reason for you to do that,” John said a moment later.

Daisy laughed. “Having my mind read is not something I’m used to. I’m more used to being alone in there.”

“I don’t read it all the time, just when I need to or want to.”

“Why can’t I read yours?” Daisy asked as they reached the edge of the water.

“I’ve had a long time to learn how to block it.”

“How long is a long time?”

John laughed and shook his head. “Let’s just say you are going for a walk with a very old man.”

“You sure didn’t look like an old man earlier.”

“In my case, old is in the company I keep. To someone younger, I am younger and to someone older, I am older.”

“That solves the generation gap,” Daisy said with a chuckle.

“Hand me your shoes and dress,” John said as he stopped walking. “That young couple was walking naked so we should also.”

Daisy smiled up at him. “My thoughts are going to get naughty again,” she warned.

“I’d give you a glimpse of mine but I wouldn’t want to scare you,” he replied with a grin.

With a big shiver, Daisy started to lower the top of her dress. Then she giggled and whispered, “I’ve never undressed in front of anyone but my husband.”

“Should I turn my back?”

Daisy laughed and shook her head. “I’m supposed to try new things, remember.”

John nodded but his eyes went to her breasts as she pulled the dress down to uncover them. Daisy whimpered softly and shivered hard. “Jim looked at me that way as I undressed. It always made me wet and excited.” A few seconds later, she blushed from the tops of her breasts to her hairline as she realized what she had said.

With a laugh, John leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. Daisy moaned softly as she brushed her tongue against his lips and tasted cinnamon. Her sex clamped down on nothing a second later and she moaned again. John straightened up and winked at her. Daisy’s eyes went wide. He was naked and so was she. Even her shoes had disappeared.

“I hope you don’t mind your dress and shoes smelling like cinnamon when I return them.”

“Uh… they are in with your wings?” Daisy said questioningly.

“Something like that,” John said as he took her hand to get them started walking down the beach. The wet sand was still warm from the days heat.

Daisy kept looking around and shivering. “I… I… I…” she stammered a moment and then groaned. “I wore my towel down to the beach earlier and only took it off after I was sitting in the lounge chair.”

“And now you are walking down the beach completely naked for everyone to see,” John said with a smile.

Daisy looked around quickly and nodded. There were several other couples walking the beach and dozens people in the lounge chairs up the beach above the tide line.

“How wet are you now?” John asked softly.

Daisy looked up at him quickly and blushed. “Not quite squishy but close.”

He stopped suddenly, turned, and grabbed her around the waist to spin her around high in the air. Daisy gasped loudly and then laughed as he continued to spin her around. When he stopped turning, he slowly lowered her until her face was even with his. Then they were kissing.

Daisy’s arms went around his neck as her body slowly came in contact with his. She groaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist. The kiss only lasted a moment but by the time John broke it, Daisy’s head was spinning.

John grinned at her and asked softly. “Without looking, how many people do you think are looking at you now?”

Daisy groaned loudly and shivered hard. “All of them,” she replied and then groaned even louder.

With a laugh, John said, “Just about.”

Daisy laid her head on his shoulder and whispered, “Now I’m squishy.”

“Squishy is good,” John said as he slowly pushed her away from him. Daisy let go with her legs and then her arms as he lowered her to the ground.

Daisy’s eyes dropped to his manhood and she groaned. It was standing up hard and proud against his belly. It looked even bigger than it had before. Daisy shivered and looked away as scenes of debauchery ran rampant in her brain again. Part of her got even more excited and another part got scared. His manhood was twice as big as Jim’s had ever been. She wasn’t even sure it would fit her mouth, much less anywhere else.

John took her hand and she moaned as she tried to stop all the naughty thoughts. They wouldn’t stop and got even worse as she thought about people seeing John’s hard dick as they walked along the beach. What those people must be thinking made her blush deeply and whimper loudly as she was thinking the same thoughts they were.

Letting got of her hand, John put his arm around her shoulders. She fit nicely under his arm. “Don’t worry about the small things. Just enjoy the walk and the squishiness.”

Daisy giggled and glanced sideways at his dick. “That is no small thing in any way, shape, or form,” she whispered more to herself than him. “And we are now well past squishy.”

“Should we take a swim and cool things off?”

Daisy giggled and shook her head. “Oh, no. I’m enjoying the feeling way too much to cool anything off. It has been a very long time, shall we say.”

“I understand,” John said as he hugged her gently.


They walked down the beach for a fair ways before another couple passed them going the opposite direction. The young man’s eyes ran up and down Daisy’s body as he said, “Good evening.”

His eyes made Daisy shiver. The young woman’s eyes were on John’s manhood until they were nearly past. Then her eyes jumped to Daisy’s face and she winked. Daisy was so shocked that she couldn’t even wink back but a moment later she moaned softly.

“He thought you had a very nice even tan and very good body for a woman your age,” John said a minute or so later.

“What…. What was she thinking? She winked at me.”

John chuckled. “I don’t think I have to tell you what she was thinking.”

“She was thinking that I… that we….” Daisy moaned again as she felt a hot blush course up her body.

“Exactly,” John said with a grin.

Daisy shivered hard and whispered, “Maybe we should take that swim.”

“Why is that?” John asked jokingly.

Daisy took him seriously and whispered, “I have this… uh… leakage problem.”

John let his hand slide off her shoulder and down her side to her hip. “When it gets to your knees, let me know so I can clean things up.”

Daisy looked up at him quickly. “How… uh…. Can you do that?”

John looked down at her and licked his lips with a swirl of his tongue. Daisy groaned and missed a step as he did.

John chuckled and whispered, “If we had some privacy right this minute, I would do just that.”

“Talk about enticing,” Daisy whispered and then whimpered loudly.

“Exactly,” John said with a big grin.


They reached the end of the point just as the upper rim of the sun reached the edge of the ocean. Darkness was settling in but everything had a reddish bronze glow to it. “The sunset is so beautiful,” Daisy said as they stopped on the dark flat rock of the point.

“Yes, it is, but then again, so are you,” John said as he stepped away from her and moved to where she was silhouetted against the sunset. He squatted down and ran his eyes over her body from head to toes.

“Face me and raise your arms above your head,” he whispered.

Daisy cocked her head to the side and then smiled as she did as he asked. “Just beautiful,” he whispered. “Now take a half step to each side and spread your hands wider apart.

Again she did as he asked. He sighed and nodded his head. “Perfection,”

Daisy giggled and shook her head. “Maybe a long time ago but not now.”

“Don’t move,” he said as he stood up and walked over to her. He reached out and touched two fingers to her forehead. “Close your eyes and relax your mind for a moment. Think about what the sunset looked like behind you.”

A moment later, Daisy gasped and jerked as a picture of her against the sunset filled her mind. She moaned as she took in the outline of her body, the angle of her arms, the spread of her legs, the outline of her inner and outer lips between her legs. She moaned even louder as she saw what he saw.

His fingers left her forehead and the picture slowly faded to black. Daisy sighed and opened her eyes. For a moment she thought she was alone on the point, that he had disappeared again. Then she saw him reclining against a rock ledge slightly around the point from the resort side. She smiled and walked toward him.

“So, how did you like what I saw?” He asked, as she got closer.

“It was certainly different than how I normally see myself,” she replied.

“Well, that is how you look to other people, me included.”

Daisy stopped a few feet from him and looked thoughtful. “I’ll have to think on that, long and hard,” she whispered more to herself than him.

“Come closer,” he whispered and when she did, he took her left ankle and lifted it up to move her foot so she was straddling him. Her eyes went to his hard dick. He laughed and shook his head. “Wrong end,” he whispered as he sat up, his face just inches from her sex.

Daisy looked all around quickly and then back down at him. In a shivery voice, she whispered, “You wouldn’t. Not out here in the open.”

His hot strong tongue on her inner thigh made her gasp. Her hands found his hair as he took several more licks along the sensitive skin, getting closer to her sex each time. He switched sides and licked her other inner thigh all the way up to the crease between her thigh and lower abdomen. When he turned his head toward her sex, she came up on her toes, her hips quivering with anticipation.

She heard him take a deep breath through his nose and then he let it out with a long deep sigh. “You smell and taste so good,” he whispered a second later.

Daisy whimpered loudly and moved her hips forward slightly. She gasp again as his wide tongue traced one whole outer lip upward and then the other. Her hips were now shaking, her mind locked on the feelings his tongue generated. His next lick parted her inner and outer lips and barely brushed against her swollen clit. Her hips jerked like she had been shocked.

“I’m… I’m… I’m…” she stammered and then she yelled long and loud as his mouth covered her upper sex and his tongue rolled her clit around in slow circles. She was coming harder than she had in many, many years. Her grip on his head and his grip on her hips was all that was holding her up as her hips jerked and ground against his sucking mouth and flickering tongue.

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